by Неизвестный
He slipped a finger into the wet folds of her pussy, and she moaned deep in the back of her throat. His touch so tender and intimate promised ecstasy. Her hips jerked as he began a slow circular motion around her clit. She was so ready for him. She nearly exploded from his touch. Her muscles tightened around his finger, driving her mad with the need to have him replace it with his cock.
“Malcolm,” she murmured into his mouth. “Please.”
“Not yet, sweetheart. I want to taste you.” He moved between her legs and lowered his head to lap at the cream glistening on her curls.
Her thighs trembled at the first rasp of his rough tongue. Parting her swollen lips, he licked one side and then the other, making her moan and buck beneath him.
“More,” she begged and opened her legs wider.
This time he swirled his tongue around her aching clit, then plunged it deep into her passage. Her insides clenched, and she dripped with anticipation.
“I’m going to explode.” She wanted more. He gave it to her.
He flicked his tongue over the swollen nub, then sucked until she went wild.
“Oh, yes. Oh, ohh!” Her blood roared through her veins as if jet-propelled, and her orgasm exploded like a thunderstorm.
He crawled up next to her and held her until her spasms subsided.
“I missed this so much,” he murmured into her neck.
“But, baby, you didn’t come yet,” she whispered back, already feeling desire ramp up again.
“I love watching you come, knowing I can do that for you. If I had to stop now, I’d be okay with it.”
“But I wouldn’t. I want everything I missed. I want to feel you inside me again.”
She smoothed her hand down his chest and belly searching for his cock, hard and sticky against his stomach. She played her fingers over the mushroom head, smearing beads of pre-cum over his flesh. His cock twitched as she scraped it lightly with her nails. She reached lower, cupped his balls, and tested their weight, caressing them, first gently, then harder. They grew heavy and tightened in her hand. He tensed and sucked in a harsh breath.
“Hmm, you’re good for many more babies,” she murmured into his mouth. She curled her hand around his shaft and stroked his silky length from the tip to the base until his breath grew ragged, and his hips bucked. When she thought he might explode, she released him and pulled away.
“Fuck.” He groaned, and his head fell back on the pillow.
“Mmm… maybe you’re not as okay as you thought.”
“Tease.”
“Not me. When I start something, I finish it.” Feeling wild and wanton, she rolled over onto her hands and knees. “You’re a wolf. Act like one.”
He stared at her with wild, hungry eyes, and the heat in his gaze stoked the fire between her spread legs. She felt his need as if it were her own, and she shuddered. Moisture flowed from her pussy and coated her thighs. His nostrils flared and beads of sweat appeared on his face. The need to be penetrated overpowered her.
“Fuck me, Malcolm.” She smiled at him over her shoulder. “Please.”
“No.” He growled, came up behind her, and kissed the small of her back. “I’m going to make love to you, Karin. Do you trust me?”
His low rumble vibrated against her heated skin. His words touched her heart. “I do.”
“I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you wear my mark and make the same commitment to me?”
Emotion overwhelmed her, making it difficult to speak. He’d already marked her, heart and soul. Whatever proof he needed, she’d give it to him gladly. “Yes, Malcolm. I love you and I want us to be together forever.”
“Forever,” he whispered. His big body covered her. His muscular thighs molded to hers and spread her open. His chest hair brushed her back. One big, warm palm spread possessively over her belly, and the other cupped a breast. The head of his cock nudged her pussy, and she wiggled her hips against him. Swearing, he reached between them, positioned himself at her entrance, and pushed inside her. He took possession of her gently and achingly slow. As passionate and wild as he could be, he was also a gentle and considerate lover.
“Are you okay?” His voice rumbled in her ear, deep and husky.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned. “Oh, God, baby.” She arched back and shoved herself farther onto his cock. He pulled partway out and then buried himself inside her again, making her gasp with pleasure.
“Harder,” she said to encourage him.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” His breath grew ragged. He licked her shoulder, her neck.
“You won’t. Don’t stop. You feel so good.” Over and over, his hips pounded with solid, rhythmic strokes. The head of his penis ground across her G-spot. His cock swelled with each penetration, and his animalistic pants and growls inflamed her more. She answered him with her own cries of unbridled pleasure.
He reached around her hips to pet the slick folds that sheathed him. His fingers found her clit and circled it. She moaned, and he plunged deeper, thrust harder. She arched to meet each possessive thrust. Waves of pleasure flooded her, and her rhythmic convulsions increased. He stroked her nub and took her over the edge with a blood-rushing climax.
A proprietary howl ripped through him, and with a final convulsive thrust, he pulled her back against him and drove deep, locking himself inside her and sinking his teeth in the soft flesh of her neck. The bite ignited fireworks, and a feeling of ecstasy claimed her again. The dizzying explosion of feeling drew a scream from her throat.
His strong arms held her steady until her body stilled and her thoughts became coherent again. He’d taken her higher than ever, and she felt an intimacy she’d never experienced before, a connection that bridged their cultural divide.
Boneless in his arms, she would have fallen on her face, but he held her to his chest. The throbbing in her neck abated as he ran his tongue over the sensitive spot.
“I love you.” he whispered as he rolled them over to their sides.
She loved this new closeness, the feel of his sweat-soaked body wrapped around hers. “I love you too.” She shifted position in his arms.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, baby. Everything’s right, but I think you woke Malcolm.” She pulled his hand over her belly so he could feel the little kicks.
“Malcolm?” He turned her so he could see her face. “When did you decide on a name?”
“Weeks ago. I decided his name should be Malcolm Ian after his father and my father.”
“Even though I wasn’t around?”
“Especially since you weren’t around. He needs a father. I would have made sure he knew he had one.”
“I’ll always be here for him.” He pulled her close. “And you. You’re mine now.” He sounded fiercely possessive, and a rush of love exploded inside her.
“I was always yours,” she murmured, stroking his face. The intensity of her feelings overwhelmed her. “I love you. Do you know how long I’ve waited to say those words? How many times I prayed you would say them to me?”
“I’ve been so stupid.”
“Yes, you were.” She kissed him. “I love you anyway.”
“I love you more.” He groaned with pleasure and rubbed her back.
Utterly content in his embrace, she vowed nothing would separate them again.
“Malcolm?”
“Hmm?”
“The baby is so big. If I carry him for nine months, I’ll set a record for the biggest newborn in history.”
He let out a self-satisfied chuckle. “Our babies grow fast. The women only carry them for seven months. He pulled the blanket over them. “Shit. That doesn’t give me much time to make a nursery.”
“In Black Wolf?”
“Wherever you want, but I’m not sure the city is the best place for him. Think about it. We’ll stay here until you’re ready to make a decision.”
“Can we get married?”
“Sweetheart, we are married.” He licked t
he bite on her neck. “But we’ll do it your way too.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Gale always loved to read, especially fairy tales where marvelous things happened and a girl could grow up to be anything she wanted. She dreamed of being a writer and creating her own magical stories, but real life got in the way, and she put those dreams aside. When she heard the wakeup call, she took the plunge and escaped from cubicle hell. Now she has the best job in the world. She can be anything she wants and she doesn’t mind living vicariously through the smokin’ hot alphas and strong heroines she loves to write about.
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